When the first ray of morning sun hit the flagpole at the camp, a new day started at Monkulus Manor.
Though yesterday's march was tiring, the Black Hat Army, War Cultivators, and laborers did not slack off, immediately beginning the tense yet orderly construction work.
At the edge of the manor, bags upon bags of mortar were unloaded by laborers and local villagers from the carts.
After being scolded by Lauren yesterday, the Drachma Steward didn't dare to bully the laborers anymore, but he still maintained his previous attitude towards the local villagers.
He already knew that many of the laborers were retired gentry, offending them unintentionally would definitely lead to trouble.
This group of new gentry just doesn't understand; how can you let the old gentry work?
"Quick! Move those stones over! You miserable wretches!" Drachma shouted at the local villagers, "We need more mortar!"
Seeing any villagers slacking, he would whip them mercilessly with a cane.
